The moon glancing through the window was illuminating him.
His name is Fiodora-If.
Four years ago, he stood before us as the law of the wise.
But after the war, there was no sign of him.
... but now he was here, and the tip of the spear was piercing the organ that would have belonged to Mentila.
"... why are you here"
I manage to squeeze my voice out.
But without a glance at this one, he is flying through the window behind him and disappears somewhere.
But I couldn't swallow the situation well, I just stood up and finally came up with the idea that Sophia had to be informed of the danger.
I rush back and open the door.
You felt such a strange vibe of me, Sophia at the end of the door, with her eyes round.
"Sophia, Mentila is... dead"
"Huh?"
"Mentila was dead! In my room, Fiodora killed me!
"... Fiodora?
She seemed to forget the name for a moment, leaning her neck only for a moment, while clouding her expression, as she understood the meaning of the word.
"Lazareth, where is Zahr?
"I don't know. But now, not the other way around...!
"I know. Lazareth invites doctors from this country. Maybe he's still breathing."
... have a breath?
She hasn't seen his body.
So we can make these hopeful observations.
But she seemed confused and not like that in front of her, and she seemed calm.
For that reason, she did not dispute what she had to say, but hurried through the castle to find a doctor.
Running for a while, I found a soldier watching the castle.
I run over to him and sum up the story as I prepare my own raised breath.
"... call a doctor, will you call a doctor! My people are in danger......!
I finally call him for help, but where does he blow the wind?
Explain the same content to him twice or three times, but still he didn't listen to my words.
... What, this discomfort?
Even if you're deaf, you can't completely ignore me.
I decide it's no use talking to him, and now I talk to a fat woman who would be a servant nearby.
"Please help! Please, call a doctor!
But without my words touching her consciousness, I cling to the castle.
When I looked around, I noticed something.
Everyone is looking at this one with white eyes.
It's like I'm the one who doesn't exist. No, as if you're trying to make it non-existent.
"Somebody, anybody! Get a doctor, get a doctor!
I am utterly confused, standing up on the spot and asking for help.
But as far away from my help, people disappear and go.
... No way, because we're Isel people, they're doing this to us?
That makes me angry with them step by step.
What Bethenburg did must have been an act of selling the country, but there are deep reasons for that.
Besides, people's lives are at stake now.
That's when I got my hands on my shoulder.
"Hey."
There was King Peswen, whom I had just met, slapping me on the shoulder.
I take that hand and beg for help.
"Please help! Doctor, please! As it is, Mentila...!
"Yeah, I've already arranged it, but I think it's probably futile. He's already dead."
He tells you that with a cool face.
... Mentila is dead. I couldn't understand what he was saying, even though it was a simple fact that I could understand.
Still, he doesn't care how I look, he keeps talking.
"I should have shown it to you. You dreamed about his body, didn't you?
"Huh...?
"My spell is the power to show the future in dreams. And for that, I was deprived of time."
... a spell?
Isn't Peswen supposed to have no power over that?
But he is the law of the wise.
Maybe he's known for four years now.
But I can't care less about that right now.
"Well, besides Mentila, you must have seen another body."
"Huh...?
"Now, he's in danger. Fiodora...... was it? You can't beat him now, Zahr."
… the words are so sharply impacted that they run through the body as if they had been watered from the head.
Speaking of which, I was losing my arm in a dream.
Really, if his words are true, I can't stay like this.
I get up and start looking for Zahr.
At that time, despite the height difference, I did feel like I heard King Peswen from my ear.
"He's in the courtyard. Maybe we'll make it."
Run out toward the courtyard, as if you had been hit on the back by that word.
If it's in the direction of the courtyard, I saw it once when I was guided to the room.
Besides, it's not too far from here.
When you open the door leading to the courtyard, you will see green trees and brightly colored flowers.
And in contrast, there was Zahr, who made a bloody clump at his feet, and Fiodora, who looked down at it.
... Now that I think about it, I knew there was no way I could beat Zahr or Mentila.
But still, I couldn't forgive him.
"Fiodorah ah!!
I strike him with a cured right arm along with a fury accompanied by a surprising amount of voice myself.
But after he glances at this one, he takes my blow with the spear he had in his hand.
"... that's a hustle. Are you being shown so much difference in power, and still coming towards you?
"You haven't even tried yet...!
"You don't even have to try, do you?
He shrugs his shoulders, with a voice like a heartfelt little fool.
It was the tone of politeness, his voice as if he had looked down, that accurately touched my scales.
I throw the knife in my coat with my left hand like an accidental hit, but he also takes it with a spear.
But at that moment, there's certainly no way to miss the spear moving, and it does get his right arm stuck in his belly.
But he didn't even move, rather my prosthetic arm broke.
"... be!?
"With this level of skill, can I tell you something?"
When I think he breathes, he turns behind me at an unparalleled speed four years ago, and there is something cold in his back neck.
But at that moment, something hot pours out of my body, as if to warm that part with focus.
As a result, it took some time to determine that the cold one was a spear.
"I've been researching spells for four years. And I offered incompleteness as a price, and I was able to get the power I deserved."
... incomplete, the price?
Surely, the price should be the most important thing for the person.
That's incomplete?
"I got the (...) curse (...) technique (...) of all (...) with (...) also (...) of me (...) with (...). What do you think? Don't you think I deserve it?
"... what are you talking about?
"Oh, why don't you come with a pin? Shall I give you an example?"
"Why is Mentila dying when she was robbed of death by spell?
... Finally, I know what it means.
He was deprived of his spell and no longer had to pay the price.
So he was returned dead. They did.
"... Fiodora, you were"
……
"Don't think you can make it home alive, do you?
"Superior."
That's what he said and laughed invincibly, moving to my front again despite taking his back.
I remember his attitude boiling down to the bottom of my heart.